...But something was odd with the entire situation, although I couldn't really tell what it was. The scoreboard laying on the table was just the one I had imagined during all my preparations I did beforehand. The woman even wore the same feathered war bonnet as the day I first met her. A beautiful bonnet with black and white feathers. Some of the feathers even had a red tint on their tips that matched the ornate, red velvet around her forehead.

"What was I even thinking?" So much preparation went into this moment, yet I still couldn't keep my thoughts strait. I had to concentrate on what my grandmother told me to do. She herself had served a lifelong career in this business and taught me everything I had to know. "Fuck the guy with the pointy ears up, first." She always told me. She didn't seem to be very fond of the guy with the pointy ears. Although she promised that this would be my only way to success.

Suddenly the girl with the war bonnet started tapping with her fingers on her knee. I couldn't control my attention. My thoughts were flooded again with her beautiful bonnet. It was beautiful and the red tips matched the velvet perfectly...